"Hahaha, I knew Patriarch Yun Lie wouldn't die! How could Patriarch Yun Lie possibly die? Completely impossible."
"That scared me to death. I really thought Patriarch Yun Lie had died just now. I bet a million on the Patriarch—my entire fortune is on him."
"You're impressive, fellow Daoist. I only bet two hundred thousand. Better to play it safe; no one can say for certain who'll win."
"Impossible. I bet a million on the Patriarch. He'll definitely win."
"Go, Patriarch! Although Heavenly Heart is also a peerless beauty, compared to my transaction points, even my own family would have to die, much less a peerless beauty."
Seeing that Yun Lie was not dead at all and had even grown stronger, the previously quiet spectator stands erupted into cheers once more.
This time, an extraordinary number of cultivators had bet on Yun Lie.
"Fellow Daoist, who do you think will win?"
At this moment, the little fatty who had been sitting not far from Ye Lin turned to look at him.
"I don't know. I can't see it clearly."
Ye Lin shook his head slightly.
Determining victory or defeat required judging based on absolute strength.
For instance, in his eyes, before two Primordial Unity Golden Immortals had even exchanged blows, so long as he knew both sides' trump cards, Ye Lin could tell at a glance who would win and who would lose.
But these two not only had cultivations higher than his, neither of their trump cards or methods were known. How could he judge?
The Origin Chamber of Commerce was not stupid; naturally, it would not conduct a losing business.
Forget him—even if a quasi-saint powerhouse came, they might not be able to tell before the very last moment.
"I bet on Yun Lie. Looking at it now, Yun